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The Aka Ryuu stared in amazement. “I… I didn’t know anyone even studied naginata fighting anymore.” Kanjou said, his voice filled with awe.
The art of spear fighting had been considered dead even among the underground for a long time-- it had been a dying art even when martial arts was still legal. To find anyone who knew it enough to teach another was rare if not impossible. And yet Andrea’s forms seemed nearly perfect to those watching.
“That’s how Ryoku fights,” D said, almost to himself. He put a hand on Nikko’s back.
Just then, Andrea let out a scream and smashed the broomstick into the wall. Splinters of dry-rotted wood flew everywhere. The silver-haired girl’s rampage stopped as suddenly as it had begun and she turned to face the crowd that was watching her.
“What are you all staring at?” she said through ragged breaths. “Is everything.... okay?” Roni stepped forward tentatively.
“Every thing’s fine. I need to be in top form to save your skins when the time comes. From what I can tell about all of you, you need to get to work. With winged freaks flying around pulling bows and arrows out of nowhere, this just got a lot harder.” She grinned and threw the pieces of broomstick she was still holding onto the floor in front of them. “Happy training.” she walked away, leaving the room through another door.
Silence followed for a few moments. D rolled his eyes and looked indignant as he muttered, “Uhm... right. Does anybody else get the distinct impression that she’s completely insane?”
Fushicho growled. “Why, I have half a mind to go beat the snot out of that prissy, cocky, no-good grandma!”
“Calm down, Fushi.”
Fushicho looked Kanjou and blinked for a moment.“Sorry, Kanjou.” she blushed, her face softening.
“I wouldn’t worry about her. She just realizes that things may get worse before they can get better.”
26 laughed. “That’s Roni for you, always making excuses for people.” Her face changed to a serious expression. “Are you all sure we can really trust her? She’s so.... erratic. Seems like she could turn on us any moment.”
“Just because we have shoddy equipment doesn’t mean that Andrea isn’t trustworthy.” said Kanjou, trying to be rational.
“Yeah, but if she’s unpredictable enough to break three pieces of our training equipment in less than a minute, we either need to get her to calm down or we need more equipment! I mean... she broke the best piece we had.” Roni looked at the obliterated conditioning dummy.
Kanjou walked over and started picking up the pieces. “Then we either have to make do with what’s left, find more, or make sure she doesn’t do it again. I don’t know how to do the second two options, really, but we’ve always made do with what we can get, and I know we can continue that. It’ll be alright- we recruited her for a reason, and I know she’s going to be a big help so long as we can figure out a way to channel that rage of hers.”
The group of fighters silently nodded in agreement with Kanjou.
Chapter Three Contact
Andrea lay in her room, her arms behind her head as she stared up at the ceiling. For about an hour she’d been watching a spider crawling overhead, making an elaborate web from the boards in the ceiling to a light fixture that was covered in dust and threatening to succumb to gravity’s pull any day now. The hard summer light that came in to the room highlighted the silken strands and the jet black body of the spider, making the arachnid look like a droplet of mobile black blood on filaments of silver hair.
Andrea was chilled to the bone by that thought and tore her eyes away from the busy insect. She looked out of the hole in the wall, noting that the sun was about to begin slipping below the horizon. Once more, she pushed thoughts of the bar out of her mind.
The past is done with, and there’s nothing you can do to change it, Andrea, she told herself, putting a
The Aka Ryuu stared in amazement. “I… I didn’t know anyone even studied naginata fighting anymore.” Kanjou said, his voice filled with awe.
The art of spear fighting had been considered dead even among the underground for a long time-- it had been a dying art even when martial arts was still legal. To find anyone who knew it enough to teach another was rare if not impossible. And yet Andrea’s forms seemed nearly perfect to those watching.
“That’s how Ryoku fights,” D said, almost to himself. He put a hand on Nikko’s back.
Just then, Andrea let out a scream and smashed the broomstick into the wall. Splinters of dry-rotted wood flew everywhere. The silver-haired girl’s rampage stopped as suddenly as it had begun and she turned to face the crowd that was watching her.
“What are you all staring at?” she said through ragged breaths. “Is everything.... okay?” Roni stepped forward tentatively.
“Every thing’s fine. I need to be in top form to save your skins when the time comes. From what I can tell about all of you, you need to get to work. With winged freaks flying around pulling bows and arrows out of nowhere, this just got a lot harder.” She grinned and threw the pieces of broomstick she was still holding onto the floor in front of them. “Happy training.” she walked away, leaving the room through another door.
Silence followed for a few moments. D rolled his eyes and looked indignant as he muttered, “Uhm... right. Does anybody else get the distinct impression that she’s completely insane?”
Fushicho growled. “Why, I have half a mind to go beat the snot out of that prissy, cocky, no-good grandma!”
“Calm down, Fushi.”
Fushicho looked Kanjou and blinked for a moment.“Sorry, Kanjou.” she blushed, her face softening.
“I wouldn’t worry about her. She just realizes that things may get worse before they can get better.”
26 laughed. “That’s Roni for you, always making excuses for people.” Her face changed to a serious expression. “Are you all sure we can really trust her? She’s so.... erratic. Seems like she could turn on us any moment.”
“Just because we have shoddy equipment doesn’t mean that Andrea isn’t trustworthy.” said Kanjou, trying to be rational.
“Yeah, but if she’s unpredictable enough to break three pieces of our training equipment in less than a minute, we either need to get her to calm down or we need more equipment! I mean... she broke the best piece we had.” Roni looked at the obliterated conditioning dummy.
Kanjou walked over and started picking up the pieces. “Then we either have to make do with what’s left, find more, or make sure she doesn’t do it again. I don’t know how to do the second two options, really, but we’ve always made do with what we can get, and I know we can continue that. It’ll be alright- we recruited her for a reason, and I know she’s going to be a big help so long as we can figure out a way to channel that rage of hers.”
The group of fighters silently nodded in agreement with Kanjou.
Chapter Three Contact
Andrea lay in her room, her arms behind her head as she stared up at the ceiling. For about an hour she’d been watching a spider crawling overhead, making an elaborate web from the boards in the ceiling to a light fixture that was covered in dust and threatening to succumb to gravity’s pull any day now. The hard summer light that came in to the room highlighted the silken strands and the jet black body of the spider, making the arachnid look like a droplet of mobile black blood on filaments of silver hair.
Andrea was chilled to the bone by that thought and tore her eyes away from the busy insect. She looked out of the hole in the wall, noting that the sun was about to begin slipping below the horizon. Once more, she pushed thoughts of the bar out of her mind.
The past is done with, and there’s nothing you can do to change it, Andrea, she told herself, putting a
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